Echo of the Ages: A Poem

ECHO OF THE AGES. An echo rolls down through the ages, In cadence divinely sweet, And unto the soul that shall hearken, 'Twill be as a light to the feet. For heartstrings that vibrate with anguish. It bringeth a healing balm; With power rebuketh life's tempest, And giveth a heavenly calm. Oh! blest be the echo of ages, That leadeth mankind above, Purging his thought of world-grossness, Ever inspiring with love! But ah! of earth's millions how many Are striving this echo to hear? Their ears have grown deaf to its pleadings, They hold it no longer dear. They hear but one dissonant clamor, The shout of the world's great fold; The echo which blesses the ages, Is drowned in the cry for gold. Grace Ingles Frost. Salt Lake City, Utah.